Monday, September 27, 2010

No Polyester In The Closet

Hm. Always thought I feel different when I was older. My mind still works like it did when I was young. There is much more in it. The filing system gets clogged on occasion, but in reality, my brain seems to finally be working better since I notice I am still learning and changing. Hm.

I thought when I reached my sixties that I would be wrinkled and wearing baggy polyester pants and utility shoes. Flip flops and capris fit me much better. I thought I would tire out more easily and change my likes from sushi to oatmeal. I thought I'd sit and watch my grandkids play. Instead, I wouldn't miss a moment of playing with them. Yep. This is what I thought.

The old view of grandparents is disappearing. A new grandparent is setting the mark for future generations. We are creative, intelligent, active and able to carry on adult conversation as well as we could when we were in our thirties (twenties, I was still trying to figure out how to be a good adult). We can contribute, we can make better, we can rebuild. We are leaders, followers and all that lies in between. No longer do seniors need to wait for someone to make them feel important. We can take charge of our own lives and find our own worth. We have the power.

I am an adventurer, explorer, designer, creative woman. I can go where I want, when I want and even alone and be content. I can try new experiences and fail or succeed. I can find new ways to do old things. I can re-create myself and find new creative skills.

I am a child of post war parents. I am a child of the sixties. I am a liberated woman. I am a mother and grandmother. I am the new grandparent, the new older woman.

Great post! I admit that there's a little polyester in my closet. It travels so well, you know. But I'm mostly jeans and flip-flops, and I'm still acquiring new skills. Watch out, world! The new grandmas are on the loose.

Nothing against polyester. But the word alone recalls memories of women in baggy pants with elastic waistbands, blouses that smelled faintly of polyester and jackets that carry the vestiges of the old nehru jacket. I love having freedom for once in my life to just be me.

Love everyone you meet. Heal a world in pain.

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Care List

So what is a care list? I had called it a prayer list, but then we all have different interpretations of prayer. For me, my contact with a higher power comes from conversation that takes place all day long. It comes from planting thoughts of people in need in my mind and on my (list).

We all come from different backgrounds, different countries, different beliefs, yet we are all the same family. My heart aches when there is pain in any part of the world. We are all brothers and sisters.

I do not carry a weapon to protect me. I will not give hate or fear a voice by doing so. My heart says that we can only make a difference in this world by loving one another.

So my care list is for you. For though I may not know your language, I may not know your faith, you are part of my life journey and I am part of yours. Together may we go forward, caring for one another and embracing peace and love.